The Willow

Cleansed 

The world anew lies 

Draped in veils of 

Green and blue 

All alive which one was dead 

Poppies grown in new sown beds 

Come frost choose as you might 

Which flower red 

Which blossom white 

High upon a hill 

Where they always will 

By that old tree 

Watching merrily 

Blossom summer flower 

Floating in the breeze 

Guided by the seas 

This the wondrous hour 

Nought can she do 

Love takes his cue 

Love takes his due 

Darkened sky and all her tears have 

Washed away the Willow's fears 

Though long to some 

His life is nil 

Learned He but 

Learning still 

Wisdom is a bitter pill 

And for winter tides 

There be no rest 

Grown as autumn streams 

In silence blessed 

I hear the ancient Willow sigh 

And through the weeping think of 

Why